InnuendoXGirl

You give me a look to sink an iceberg, Whisper in my ear like aerosol. You want to play my ribs like a macabre xylophone. You want my collar bones to crumble Into chalk under your teeth. And you want to race your bitdown fingernails Down the blackboard of my hip bones. You want to spot weld wings To the sharpest parts of my shoulder blades. To take the edge off. I have a question. Why is it every single compliment Pertains to my skeleton? To the deadest part of me Polished but broken From a freebasejumping accident. Your lust is a taxidermy. You smile with scalpels. You smile with two rows of teeth. You smile like you're re

Love is like pens, Depending on how you use them, can last a lifetime. But write all the time, and the ink quickly Runs out.  

There are two names. One of a person, And one of whom that person becomes. The first can be long or short, And so can the second, That is what they have in common. But they most certainly do not mean, The same things, For one is of affection, And the other is of common calling. I prefer the first, It is sweet and tastes of tea, rolling on my tongue, warm and familiar. I know it well. It holds no surprises, Blinds me in no way. It is there for me to say. But the second is popular, though it may have No soul And it's used like napkins, Ready and easily tossed. It can be many things, But lacks the heart to be. It is sile

She doesn't understand me when I speak because I take the words she knows and give them new meaning to describe how my heart is beating, how my mind is turning. They've never meant anything else to me, but she is lost and I don't know what else to say. When I was younger, car rides with my mother were my gateway to the meaning of life. As the trees few past she told me how it felt to have your heart break to let someone destroy it, destroy you. I was privileged, she said, because she grew up alone, with a fairy take stepmom and a coked out dad, I never knew pain the way she did, I never had to. She would pat my leg enough to make me wince, b

The sky, the sky, the sky is falling! Believe me when I say I'm crazy, Although it may sound quite appalling. The air is thick, and the scent so sweet, Of sickly children And musty little troll feet. Temptation tastes of crime. You sound like you could use a taste And maybe you'll have a good time. You see the sky, The heavens were partying too hard And you know why. It will crack, it will break, It will fall, fall, and fall. How much more can we take? I'm insane! You know the game. Just climb my tree And don't be lame. Dying is only the next step, Just skip the others And stop being so inept. Prim of rose and spider toe

I bite the head off an elephant cracker And shadows fall around us in circusy stripes. This time last year, they'd have made me think of prison. There's blood on my Kleenex, You ask me what happened. "Zelda Fitzgerald's been beating me again" "That girl's Hell-bent on making me a misogynist" You look at me with naked eyes and hold your tongue. Take a gulp of my orange juice and tell me "Those bruises bring out the blue in your eyes" It's a good look. I say I just haven't been sleeping, But that's a lie too. Twelve hours a day sometimes, Just punctuated by nightmares. I look like Hell and my sweat cements us together. My hair's

there is no word for this in any language, but there should be:      the opposite of shipwrecked.      the moment amidst the waves when you know, finally,      that you have lost the shore. that is--      the resolute heart. the weight in your stomach     with the first and last heave of hull against sand     before you're drifting.     the compulsion to drown all      of your horizons, to lose yourself      somewhere that no one will ever find you.     

& it broke my heart so I chased lions into the monsoon waded waist deep and then some into the river remembered a lover tracing ocean currents on a map in the back of a dark theatre wondered if it would be harder without a body to bury or just easier to say the world got her with any sort of conviction. ---

I live in a paper thin world where sand holds my footing and glass is my shield. Where my grip is as slippery as a seal and my vision is nowhere in sight. I grasp nothing and feel only my own feeble tendril of thought, useless without guidance. I hold to my fears and let go of my strengths because the only way to survive, Is to cheat. I comb through lies to find the perfect one, weave together hate because that's what fuels Me. I find ways to fail, so that maybe I can feel. Tomorrow may never come, but I don't care. I live to waste and waste is what I do best. I steal. I fritter away time and then blame it on you. I don't

only long-term lovers take the time to ponder the origins of marks on skin the first thing I notice are her scars: she's a wandering tomboy with more cuts and scrapes than a hardbody Buick in an action film but she's never been broken I chart them as she sleeps so I can write poems later these fingertips can still recall them the way surgeons never have nightmares about patients they save but they're haunted by the faces they lost she says she wears her scars like a constellation I chart them like Galileo trying to map her ancestry circumnavigating her body as if Magellan hired me as helmsman and only I can get us safely home